One summer when I was in college, my parents rented a lake cottage and invited a bunch of people - me, my two brothers, my mother's parents, and a guy they were trying to fix me up with.

I didn't plan on swimming, but my mom brought an old bathing suit and talked me into putting it on. I couldn't see well in the shower cabin, and it felt OK but a bit tight.

When I walked back to the others, that guy stared right at my crotch! Everyone else looked embarrassed. I turned to him and said, "What are you looking at, pervert?"

My mom rushed up and wrapped a towel around my waist. She told me to go in the house and look in the mirror.

When I got to a mirror, I could have died! There was half an inch of black short-and-curlies sticking out from each side of my bathing suit. I could hardly stand to look at anyone after that. Worst of all, my parents made me apologize for calling the guy a pervert.